teach me to be a good man
take me to your childhood home
show me around the room where you wept
your mother hasn’t touched it since you left

what i would give to have known you then

Naked they ride on stallions of flame
Creatures that worship who cannot be named
'Cross ink black skies they scream out their lust
Seeking weak men to reduce into dust.

With cunning and wiles for centuries gone
They have tempted men good, bad, honest and strong.
Appear as young women to capture a soul
Lured into bondage, chained, spirit controlled.

Humbled ~
My head was as big as a pumpkin,
so full of pride was I,
that those around grew ticked-off
and baked me in a pie.

Indignant ~
Please don't step on
the poor dog's tail
just because
it is there.

Fear ~
Will I
be quite -
alone?

Joy ~
Happiness,
on a
trampoline

Solitude ~
There was only
one,
a single note,
unsung.

Anticipation ~
You, me...
all night.

Love ~
Aah...
yes...

i.
before acceptance comes anger, comes denial, comes bargaining
before bargaining comes a final breath drawn
nebulae raveling and unraveling in wisps of hues
a cosmic kaleidoscope
a canvas of celestial light, tapestry of eternity and grandeur and unknowns
then comes a vacuum of sound and an absence of breath, the rhythm
of my heart
beating its first muffled drum
i am its solitary witness